I am the wind that blows above, I am that hand scribbling in the dust. But I know I will never perish, because there's nothing less and nothing more. and my cry is lost in the wind and my tears disolve in the rain...but I will live onwards...on and on...cause I'm the tear the world will never dear to cry.

This fic is about what happens at Hogwarts in Harry's seventh year, in his absence. Quite creepy. Child abuse, torture, physical , and worse, psychical. Protecting the students of Hogwarts lies heavy on McGonagall's shoulders. She's in more pain than the

Hermione looks for her professor but when she finds her she deeply wishes she hadn't as she turns up gracefully in a sexy dressing gown when hermione knocks on her door. It seems hermione has top grades so prof mcgonagall can go back to the bedroom

Minerva mcgonagall was once a student, too, but she doesn't like people digging up on those days. Why? There was a reson she was the best, she needed it to cover her dirty little secrets. Which....That is to be seen.

It's raining, at Grimauld place. Only McGonagall, Dumbledore, Moody, Hary and Ron are up. M and D have a drinking competition, which results in playing Truth or dare.What dare does moody give dumbledore that involves M and a broomstic cupboard.